Happy NaNoWriMo!

Naturally, my body has decided to get sick at the most inopportune time, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not gonna bust my ass this month for NaNoWriMo. I’m at a pretty decent word count for my first day (1698), and I’m still excited about the project I’m doing, which is more than I can say about previous years.

Granted, I already have had to give myself a little pep talk, reminding myself that literally nothing I’m writing right now is going to be publishable … and that’s okay. It’s barely even a first draft, for god’s sake. I think that is my issue: I am a perfectionist and hate that I have to put in so much work into something that’s terrible in order to make it into something good. I’m currently working on my perfectionism, which is why my first outing in NaNo is giving me anxiety. I want to go back and edit, to chop up and improve on what’s there, but that’s not the point of this exercise.

This is to get me writing.

And even if it ends up being absolutely horrendous, that’s okay, too. I am likely never going to be a world renowned author, and I’m just having fun. Right?

Right???